It appears that Grey Acumen (aka Brandon), the man that started it all, hasn’t been working out with Moon Cleaver as often as he used to and is starting to put on the pounds.

Notice the black angel wings.

Maybe they don't fit him anymore.

Apparently Minecraft has been his new spergin obsession. He’s developed some kind of crafting mod that has apparently gained some kind of popularity. I, for one, am glad that he has been able to put his dedication and drive for doing fucking nothing his entire life to good use. I’m sure his parents are proud that his tireless efforts have allowed countless Minecraft players the ability to craft things better.

GreyAcumen, a noble swordsman and soon-to-be poet laureate, has accomplished much in life. From swinging a nodachi with the skill of a Japanese samurai to writing fiction that makes Tolstoy look like Stephanie Meyer, GreyAcumen has proven himself a master of just about every trade.

GreyAcumen began his venture into poetry with “Tired of This,” an angst-ridden piece that, while still a masterpiece by any other standard, was merely a starting point in his journey. In “I’m Missing You,” Grey revealed his soft side, adding an entirely new level of depth to his outwardly self-confident, machismo image. Months of work finally came to fruition when Grey penned his magnum opus, “I am the Sword.” In what many scholars believe to be the modern day equivalent of Beowulf, Grey conveyed a sense of glory, honor, and betrayal stronger than any historical epic poem in a mere 26 lines.

I am happy to say that these newly discovered poems contain that same GreyAcumen level of quality we have all come to expect. “Pen vs Sword,” “Gloating,” and “What it all comes down to” will forever be preserved here for future generations to study and draw inspiration from.

Grey Acumen originally did not wish to share this crap, but decided he was obligated to as it is “one of his better pieces.” We’ve formally asked for another dramatic reading from The Ac himself, more as this develops.

I thought I could count on you, but I guess I was wrong
You accuse me as if I had really been thinking it all along
So I guess this is it, you’re leavin, just like the ones before
Now I’m finally sick of this crap and I’m NOT TAKING IT ANYMORE!

I’m through with this shit! Had enough of it! I don’t need you by my side!
You falsely accuse, and our friendship abuse when you go run and hide!
I’m so tired of you, just look what you do, I thought you were my friend
We all make mistakes, but that’s all it takes for you to bring it all to an end

I’ve only got one person, keeping me holding on to hope
Everybody else is only keeping me at the end of my rope
I thought there could be more and that you might be one
But the moment it gets tough you simply decide to run

I’m through with this shit! Had enough of it! I don’t need you by my side!
Why risk the danger of counting on strangers, when it always ends in a lie?
I opened my heart and you all tore it apart, how much do I have to bleed?
I’m so tired of you, and I’m glad that we’re through. I’ve got the one I need!

I don’t know what reason you have to pick my words apart
Inserting your own paranoia where you couldn’t find any fault
Despite this, though I don’t know why, I’ll take a chance on you
Even though you’ve abandoned me I won’t do the same to you

I’m through with this shit! Had enough of it! I’m saying it’s got to end
I’m not going to walk these eggshells when I talk in order to keep a friend.
I’ve told you my mind, but you only want to find a way to say good bye
but if that’s how it is, then I’ll hardly miss, this friendship that’s purely a lie.

I did this after reading over World of White, it inspired most of the style and to a slight extent some of the content…

I am the blade, the cold, the forged, the focus, die.
I am the edge, the steel, the bend, the rock, the hell, the eye
I am the burn, the heat, the fever, the rise, the lust
I am the dead, the empty, the void, the hope, the trust

Tell me, who are you whose name seems nothing more than that which passed?
Tell me what that name means to you who clings to the lie so fast?
What do you seek in absolution, an answer or the key to life?
A way out, an escape, seek nothing more than for a chance to rid yourself of strife?
How does hell compare to this, the heaven built on earth?
When dreams are stacked against our doubts, how can one take measure of their worth?

I am the steel, the ride, the high, the rush, the run
I am the flex, the warp, the riddle, the answer, the only one
The try, the pure, the key, the door, the endless everlasting
The cry, the tear, the pain the fear, the improving and exacting

Tell me this dream you see, does it contain the soul you hold your own?
Who does it share to face the burden, when life is too great to face alone?
Tell me what do you do to become more than what you were?
How do you last against the pressure, continue to strive even when unsure?
Why is this hope unbreakable, indestructible absolutely?
What you do, do for you. Don’t let it pass you while you stand aside so mutely.

I am the dreamer, the dream, the awakening, the sight
I am the forge, the war, the battle, the need and the fight
I am the right, the love, the ocean, the wave, the night
I am the breeze, the sky, the star, the moon, the light

I am the knight, the samurai, let my blade be thine, I will never let you die, I’ll be there for all time.
Choose as you must,
only you can choose who to trust.